I must obey the rules
I must be tame and cool
No staring at the clouds
I must stay on the ground
----------The pysche of a person assimilating to Military Boot camp. This song hits the nail on the head with my and my friends experiences, the loss of being an individual free thinking person.---------
In clusters of the mice
The smoke is in our eyes
Like babies on display
Like angels in a cage
--------- Being in formation, marching, tear-gas chamber,most of us babies at 18 yrs old.---------
I must be pure and true
I must contain my views
There must be something else
There must be something good
Far away
----------Something good is what you dream about when the night comes. When you let your guard down. Kindness, self-expression, love. It doesn't exist in bootcamp. You can only fantasize about it in the sleeping hours. Much like the way this song sounds like a dream, a lullaby for the bootcampers.----
I must obey the rules I must be tame and cool No staring at the clouds I must stay on the ground
----------The pysche of a person assimilating to Military Boot camp. This song hits the nail on the head with my and my friends experiences, the loss of being an individual free thinking person.---------
In clusters of the mice The smoke is in our eyes Like babies on display Like angels in a cage
--------- Being in formation, marching, tear-gas chamber,most of us babies at 18 yrs old.---------
I must be pure and true I must contain my views There must be something else There must be something good Far away
----------Something good is what you dream about when the night comes. When you let your guard down. Kindness, self-expression, love. It doesn't exist in bootcamp. You can only fantasize about it in the sleeping hours. Much like the way this song sounds like a dream, a lullaby for the bootcampers.----